May not be any audioposts for a few days. Came down with something over the weekend and my throat feels like my elbows and knees did after I wiped out on my bicycle on a patch of gravel when I was 11. And as for talking, when I ain't sounding like a Yamaha dirt bike with engine problems I'm sounding like my voice is changing again. Maybe it is. You can call me Squeaky.
Snow at Night
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Snow at NightAfter a poem by Po Chü-i –CE 772 – 846 “Oh!” you said, “the
pillow’s cold,”and licked the window’s hoarfrost.Then, “Oh!” again. “Hear
how twig...
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